So, I was going to do a Valentine’s Day Chronicle with Aidan and Melanie after I left it up to the R.L. Mathewson Page on Facebook until I remembered one slight problem…
This feed is hooked up to Amazon and Goodreads.com, which means that it’s not a good idea to post something that has in it what we both know that I would have put in that Chronicle 😉 With that being said, when I feel the need to have a Chronicle that has those details that the censors at Amazon and Goodreads.com probably wouldn’t appreciate, I’m going to post it in the newsletter. I didn’t do it this time because it didn’t even occur to me until the last minute.
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Now, onto the Chronicle that I could write.
And So it Begins…
An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle
“I’d really like to go home now,” came the softly whispered words that had Reese looking up from his food to find the bench across from him empty.
Frowning, he stood up only to find Mikey curled up in the fetal position on the other bench. When he opened his mouth to ask her what was wrong, she slowly raised a damning finger and pointed to his right. Curious, Reese followed the gesture to find Sebastian sitting on the other side of the restaurant, slowly rolling what looked like one of Mikey’s baseballs between his hands as he kept his gaze locked on Mikey.
Biting back a sigh, Reese grabbed the last chicken nugget off his plate, tossed it in his mouth and made his way across the busy restaurant, making sure to stay away from his brothers, cousins, and uncles as he went. As soon as he reached Jason’s booth, he held out his hand and caught the ball before he headed back to his booth, only stopping along the way to grab another plate of chicken.
“He’s going to kill me,” Mikey whispered as she took the ball from him and hugged it against her chest.
“No, he’s not,” Reese said, not bothering to look back at Sebastian because they both knew that the kid wasn’t going to do anything more than glare at her, which given the circumstances, was completely understandable.
They’d had the perfect setup before Reese managed to swoop in and persuade Mikey that it would be in her best interest to sit with him and now, he was free to enjoy his first buffet in years. Speaking of Mikey…
“Do I have to?” she asked when the alarm on his watch went off, letting them know that it had been thirty minutes since the last time that she went up to get food.
“That’s up to you,” Reese drawled, letting the implied threat hang in the air, knowing that Mikey would do anything to make sure that her mother didn’t find out what happened to the kitchen window.
There was a heavy sigh and then…
“Fine,” Mikey said as she sat up, shoving the baseball in her sweatshirt pocket before she got up and-
“Kitchen. Window,” came the cold words that had Reese looking to his right to find his incredibly beautiful wife standing next to their booth glaring, but she wasn’t glaring at Mikey.
No, his seriously pissed off wife was looking right at him.
He opened his mouth to answer, but she wasn’t done yet.
“You knew?” Kasey demanded, shaking her head in disgust as Reese heard the unmistakable sounds of a satisfied sigh as an arm a hell of a lot smaller than his reached past his wife, grabbed Mikey’s hand and with another satisfied sigh that had Reese’s eyes narrowing, stole her.
With a politely murmured, “If you’ll excuse us,” Sebastian proceeded to drag Mikey back across the restaurant. Unable to help himself, Reese followed the move only to feel his stomach drop when Sebastian shot him a wink over his shoulder as he mouthed the words, “She knows.”
Frowning, Reese glanced back at his wife as he tried to figure out what Sebastian was talking about only to realize that he was never leaving this restaurant alive when he saw the baseball ticket stubs in her hand.
“You let Mikey skip school to go to a baseball game?”